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Believe in Peace
Power of Love
Following by Emily Dickinson
I had no Cause to be awake —
My Best — was gone to sleep —
And Morn a new politeness took —
And failed to wake them up —But called the others — clear —
And passed their Curtains by —
Sweet Morning — when I oversleep —
Knock — Recollect — to Me —I looked at Sunrise — Once —
And then I looked at Them —
And wishfulness in me arose —
For Circumstance the same —’Twas such an Ample Peace —
It could not hold a Sigh —
’Twas Sabbath — with the Bells divorced —
’Twas Sunset — all the Day —So choosing but a Gown —
And taking but a Prayer —
The only Raiment I should need —
I struggled — and was There —
I offer a fervent prayer
For all to shake hands warmly
With open fists
That is when the Power of Love
Replaces the Love of Power
All nations hoard
The most desirable weapon
Peace — powerful instrument
No more wars
